Unexpected ▪ Yuri On Ice

It Never Goes Away

~I think you'll enjoy this chapter

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"Pichit" I stand in my doorway, stressed, only in boxers, with 15 minutes before Victor comes.

"Yes Cap?" He doesn't look up from his magazine as he lounges on the sofa, just arching a brow to show he's paying attention.

"Why did I agree to this?"

"Because you can't say no to Victor" He's right. I've never been to a house party, not to one like the ones Jean throws. I should have said no, I did say no. And Victor took me down without barely lifting a finger. 

"You don't know that to wear" he says after lifting his head and giving me a once over. 

"No shit Sherlock"

"If you want my help you better respect me Mr" he taunts teasingly, getting up and approaching me already dressed in his party outfit; a pink wife beater and charcoal jeans which he pulls off expertly just like all the outfits he's worn to JJ's parties. Pichit is in his element within social settings, he always goes to the parties. I always stay at home. I'm starting to think that's how things should always be.

"You should go like this. It does you more justice than any clothes ever will" he gestures at my practically naked body before pressing a palm to my chest and backing me into the room.

"Funny" I roll my eyes as he goes over to my wardrobe and flings it open. He rubs his palms together thoughtfully before approaching again, pacing nerve wracking circles around me.

"Ok, so, this party is casual, but we need to maximise your assets for effortless beauty"

"Assets?" I stop trying to follow him with my eyes, just letting him do his thing.

"Yea, something low neck, everybody likes a bit of collar bone. Something that exposes the stubborn vains in your forearms" Frowning, I look at my arms, I only have three prominent vains in total, nothing exciting.

"Difinetely tight fitting. And tight jeans" Pichit clicks his fingers as if in a moment of genius and paces to the wardrobe, quickly finding a burgundy Henley shirt and slim black jeans and chucking them on my bed.

"Now all you need is your glasses, that watch I bought you for your birthday and you never wore, your black vans and a belt" he goes through my drawer as I pull on the jeans.

"You think I should wear glasses?"

"Yea! Why be hot when you can be a hot nerd? It's totally in fashion" I catch the belt when he chucks it, lacing it through.

"You are aware that this isn't the bachelor? I have a boyfriend" I inform as I pull the shirt over my head. It's a little tight over the chest and arms, I've had it for a while. 

"You have a boyfriend who I'm certain loves that people think you're hot" he finds the watch box buried beneath my underwear and hands it to me.

"What?"

"You know, the 'he's sexy and he's mine' thing" he elaborates with broad hand gestures, as if it'll help with my understanding. It never crossed my mind that Victor might be like that but it seems irrelevant for people to know I'm hot when they already know he's hotter.

"You must know him better than I do" I chuckle, pushing the sleeves up to my elbows and fastening the black watch on my wrist. I've always liked it, but as someone who has practice all the time I worry about loosing it when I take it off.

"It's easier to see the picture outside of the frame" he shrugs lightly, handing me my glasses. I barely have them on before he pushes me to sit on the floor and gets hair gel and a comb.